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...I'M SO SICK IN THE HEAD...


The ebb and flow of love and feelings shall echo in memories of the past and seasons the sweet voice of the east wind shall read our memoirs and yet bears no meaning to me but here i'll stand, in this stormy august evening hoping the rain could wash off my instil It really makes me sick in the head! last night, i woke up on a psychic bed Ever since you left, i've never been myself And just the thought of you makes me wanna take an ecstasy pill My eye keeps raining tears of blood hoping that one day you'd come back without looking back you left my arms without you coming back gives me a headache a pain that led to this mental slavery Insanity has taken over sanity Youth has taken over maturity i move,think and speak like a baby It not your fault neither them nor mine it this thing called love that caused the damage inside Hm, am so sick in the head baby but never blame yourself my darling I guess it about time to let you be So this could be the last poem to thee One day you'd look for me but you'd never find me I'd be far gone,gone beyond your reach As i walk the lonly path of a wanderer i'd whistle along our last days together It a moment in my heart, would last forever So goodbye,bye until never
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